Aiden's anger flared. "I'll show him what it means to lose everything," he vowed, his voice filled with rage as he turned to walk back toward Easton.
I grabbed him by his arm. “Aiden, don’t. There is enough guilt in him to torment him for several lifetimes.”
Aiden hesitated, his expression conflicted. He knew I was right, but his anger still burned bright.
"Easton's going through a lot right now," I said, my voice filled with empathy. "He's hiding Sara from Lucien, and he's haunted by his past actions. More importantly, he's hurting, more than you can imagine."
Aiden remained unmoved.
"Let's just go back to the tent before you do something rash," I pleaded.
He nodded before we started our way back to camp.
On the way back, Aiden was in a playful mood. He teased me, jumped out at me from behind trees, and even chased me through the woods. I couldn't help but laugh, enjoying this lighter side of him.